Lounge of Life: A Short Poem

By: Chloe Low

​Stepping into a bland horizon
As the world passes through my window
Maybe I'm in the lounge of life
Where comfort is all around us
Yet things will never be the same
Do they even remember my name

There are minds in a cloud of wires
I feel the emotions every day
In the queue waiting their turn
And I'm looking down
Because there's nothing good on
Today sounds like the same old song

All the blinds are shut
And the lounge is in darkness
My breathing has become steady
I bring life to a screen
Which makes everything seem real again
A woman cries to me, "When oh when?"

Trapped in the lounge of life
Like living on a desert island
Palm trees beaming on me
Foraging the web for delivery
Emails washing up on the sea
As I recline in this seat